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ENTRE  NOUS 

Volumes  have  been  written  to  sweethearts 
and  mothers  while  the  light  of  Love  grows 
dim  upon  the  wife's  altar  and  souls  yearn  and 
hearts  starve  for  expressions  of  affection  and 
tenderness  that  fed  the  very  life  during  court- 
ship. 

If  this  book  shall  cause  husbands  to  renew 
their  Love  and  devotion  and  walk  again  in 
Joy-Lanes  of  sentiment,  lead  wives  to  the  hap- 
piness and  delight  of  perennial  courtship,  and 
help  to  make  home  the  brightest  spot  on 
earth,  then  the  writer  will  have  great  reward. 


COPYRIGHT 

1913 
BY  A.  K.  WRIGHT 


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To  My  Wife 

POEMS 

BY 

ALLEN  KENDRICK  WRIGHT 


1913 


GRAVES  &  MERSEY.  LONG  BEACH.  CAL. 


SENTIMENT 


273598 


OUR  WEDDING  DAY. 

Oh  day  of  days,  our  Wedding  day! 

Oh  day  of  joy  and  light ; 
When  hearts  are  full  of  kindly  cheer. 
When  Heaven  seemeth  very  near, 
When  all  is  love  without  a  fear 

And  not  a  cloud  in  sight. 

Oh  day  of  days,  our  Wedding  day, 

Oh  day  of  joy  and  gladness; 

As  clouds  grow  gold  before  the  sun, 

As  crystal  streams  together  run 

Two  souls -are  blending  into  one 

With  not  a  tinge  of  sadness. 

Oh  day  of  days,  our  Wedding  day, 

Glad  day  to  mortals  given; 
As  heart  to  heart  and  hand  in  hand 
Two  souls  before  God's  altar  stand, 
Together  cross  the  borderland 
And  enter  into  Heaven. 


NINE 


SAILING  ON  TOGETHER. 

If  I  have  you  and  you  have  me, 

Why  should  we  be  caring, 
We  will  sail  life's  summer  sea, 

Joy  and  sorrow  sharing; 
Bravely  meet  the  swelling  tide, 

Whate'er  the  wind  or  weather, 
Swiftly  outward  safe  we  ride, 

Sailing  on  together. 

A  sapphire  vault  the  sky  above, 

Cloudlets  floating  o'er  us; 
Softly  sings  the  bird  of  love, 

We  will  join  the  chorus; 
Raise  your  voice  so  sweet,  my  dear, 

'Twill  help  a  friend  or  brother, 
Doing  good  we've  naught  to  fear, 

Sailing  on  together. 

Emerald  seas  on  every  side, 
Too  deep  for  mortal  sounding, 

We  are  floating  on  a  tide, 

With  life  and  love  abounding; 

TEN 


When  our  sailing  here  is  done, 
All  past  earth's  wind  and  weather, 

We  shall  surely  still  be  one, 
Sailing  on  together. 

Till  we  reach  that  mystic  clime, 

Life's  secrets  all  revealing, 
And  catch  the  glory  of  the  chime, 

Love's  golden  bells  are  pealing; 
Or  what  to  me  is  more  sublime, 

(I  often  think  I'd  rather) 
Come  back  to  earth  a  second  time, 

And  sail  again  together. 


ELEVEN 


MY  QUEEN 

Fve  found  a  royal  woman's  heart, 

Within  whose  chambered  deeps 
The  Light  of  heaven  (Love  and  Trust), 

Its  holy  vigil  keeps: 
Surpassing  great  in  every  realm 

Of  woman's  power  and  might, 
She  fills  and  thrills  and  thralls  with  love 

This  most  unworthy  knight. 

With  matchless  grace  of  mind  and  heart 

And  face  of  radiant  joy, 
She  leads  me  on  to  manhood's  bliss; 

I  am  no  more  a  boy; 
Fve  passed  the  line  where  darkness  falls; 

Mid  splendor  passing  bright, 
I  walk  with  her  by  spirit  power 

In  realms  of  glorious  light. 

Tho  absent  far,  still  she  is  near, 

I  claim  her  now  as  mine 
And  feel  the  power  of  love-lit  eyes 

Advancing  toward  the  shrine 

TWELVE 


Where  ruby  lips  and  offering  lays 

(Tis  ecstacy  and  bliss) 
To  hold  her  close  within  my  arms, 

And  give  her  kiss  for  kiss. 

"And  they  of  twain  shall  be  one  flesh" 

Nor  more  divided  be, 
But  one  completed  perfect  whole, 

By  law  of  love  set  free; 
I  give  myself  (an  offering  small), 

By  any,  every  test, 
Her  greatness,  goodness,  royal  powers, 

Can  well  supply  the  rest. 


THIRTEEN 


MY  WISH  FOR  THEE 

I  would  that  today  through  woodland  ways 
By  the  pools  of  a  sparkling  river 
Where  autumn  leaves  a  carpet  weaves, 
That  with  shadows  and  sunlight  quiver, 
You  might  slowly  walk  and  quietly  talk 
With  the  soul  of  your  own  soul's  choosing, 
Or  rest  on  the  leas  'neath  the  stately  trees, 
While  soul  held  soul  in  a  double  musing. 

I  would  that  for  thee  'midst  wild-flowers 

and  trees, 

Forgotten  all  heartaches  and  sorrow 
The  prophet  of  ways  for  thy  life's  autumn 

days 

*  Naught  could  picture  but  a  sweeter  to- 
morrow. 
Till  a  beauty  and  glow  like  the  autumn 

days  throw 

Over  woodlands  and  swift  flowing  river, 
Reflected  should  be  in  soul  chosen  by  thee, 
And  your  soul  should  be  mated  forever. 

FOURTEEN 


MY  ANCHOR. 

Her  life  is  pure  and  true  and  sweet, 
Her  actions  wise,  her  tongue  discreet, — 
A  woman,  rich,  full-orbed,  complete, 

My  anchor. 

An  angel?   No:  But  better  far, 

A  blessed  light  and  guiding  star 

To  lead  where  truth  and  goodness  are, 

My  anchor. 

As  southern  sea  'neath  tropic  skies 
In  peace  and  calm  and  beauty  lies. 
Affection  floods  her  hazel  eyes, 

My  anchor. 

As  southern  sea  a  swelling  flood 
Rolls  wide  and  high  in  stormy  mood, — 
She  warms  iny  heart  and  stirs  my  blood, 

My  anchor. 

My  strongest  hope,  save  God,  alway, 
My  cheer  and  blessing  day  by  day 
I  cannot  drift,  I  would  not  stray, 

My  anchor. 

FIFTEEN 


When  time  and  earthly  sense  are  past 
On  shores  redeemed  she  stands  at  last, 
O  may  my  lot  with  hers  be  cast, 

My  anchor. 


MY  BELOVED  IS  WAITING  FOR  ME. 

Beyond  the  mountains  and  purple  hills 
With  their  cataracts  white  and  laughing 

rills 
Is  a  scene  that  my  heart  with  rapture 

thrills, 

My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

In  the  dear  home  nest  with  the  laddies 

three, 

Gathered  at  eve  'round  Mother's  knee 
Prayer   is   made   each   night   "The   Lord 

keep  thee," 

My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

'The   light   gleams   far   from   the   capitol 

dome 
Uut  a  brighter  light  is  shining  at  Home, 

SIXTEEN 


A  love-light  reaching  wherever  I  roam, 

My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

Through    darkest    night    and    noon-tide 

glare 
The  train  rushes  on  through  the  amber 

air, — 
Storm  or  sunshine,  why  should  I  care, 

My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

'Mid  all  the  stress  and  trouble  of  Life, 
I  can  conquer  sin,  temptation  and  strife, 
If  God  keeps  safe  my  Beloved  Wife, 

My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

Far  up  the  heights  to  noblest  things 
She  attains  with  ease,  as  if  by  wings: 
With  accents  sweet  her  rich  voice  rings, — 
My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

Between  her  soul  and  my  spirit's  tide 
Is  a  gulf  that  runs  both  deep  and  wide; 
In  the  flesh  alone  I  am  at  her  side, 

My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

SEVENTEEN 


Upon  the  heights  that  I  have  not  scaled 
She    walks    in    His    presence    with    soul 

unveiled, — 
The    blood   that    cleanses   with    her   has 

prevailed, 

My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

If  spirit  touch  spirit  beyond  the  sea 
And  mine  like  hers  from  sin  be  free, 
That  could  not  other  than  heaven  be, 

My  Beloved  is  waiting  for  me. 

Should  God  call  her  before  I  go, 
I  more  than  believe  (I  surely  know), 
In  the  land  where  living  waters  flow, 

My  Beloved  will  wait  for  me. 


EIGHTEEN 


I'M  LONGING  FOR  YOU. 

We  have  splendid  mornings  bright  and 

fair,— 

With  cloudless  skies  and  tonic  air,— 
And  scenic  beauty  everywhere, — 
But  oh,  I'm  longing  for  you. 

At  sultry  noon  a  dreamy  spell, 
Whose  languorous  ease  no  words  can  tell, 
Comes  o'er  my  soul  (I  love  it  well), 
But  still  I'm  longing  for  you. 

There    are    twilight    hours    of    wondrous 

calm, — 

That  fall  o'er  mind  and  heart  like  balm, — 
Or  rhythm  and  flow  of  sacred  psalm, 
But  still  I'm  longing  for  you. 

There  is  work  to  do  and  plans  to  lay, — 

There  is  cark  and  busy  care  all  day, — 

But  still  my  thought  will  flee  away, — 

Dear  heart,  I'm  longing  for  you. 

Foul  or  fair,  by  land  or  sea, — 
Best  or  worst,  whate'er  it  be, — 

NINETEEN 


Counts  for  naught  away  from  thee, — 
Evermore,  Fm  longing  for  you. 

Your  love  makes  bright  each  darkened 

way, — 

Your  presence  gladdens  every  day, — 

Pm  lonesome  when  from  you  I  stay, — 

Sweet  wife,  Fm  longing  for  you. 


LOVE'S  ETHICS. 

The  light  of  life  I  daily  find 

In  her  sweet  hazel  eyes, 
Shines  strong  and  clear  adown  my  path, 

Illumines  all  my  skies. 
Brings  heaven  down  and  makes  me  lose 

All  sense  of  toil  and  pain, 
Her  bond-slave,  yet  I  truly  sing 

Love's  free  exultant  strain. 

I've  won  her  hand,  stole  her  heart, 
Did  change  her  own  good  name, 

But  still  she  wears  a  smiling  face, 
Will  not  give  up  the  game; 

TWENTY 


A  hug  purloined,  some  kisses  stole,— 

I  am  in  criminal  state; 
She  says  I  am  a  noble  man, — 

She  really  calls  me  "Great." 

There's  just  one  thing  that  I  could  do 

To  make  her  think  me  bad, 
Tho  well  she  knows  that  I  have  won 

Most  everything  she  had: 
A  plunger  bold  in  Love's  Wall  Street, 

Her  lips  with  scorn  would  curl, 
If  I  should  go  on  some  fair  night 

To  court  another  girl. 


TWENTY-ONE 


A  SUMMER  IDYL. 

On  a  summer  night 

By  a  starlit  sea 

Where  the  waves  rolled  high  and  grand,. 

And  the  breakers  white 

In  flashing  surf 

Surged  high  along  the  strand; 

On  a  rustic  bench 

Sat  a  woman  fair, 

And  a  man  sat  by  her  side; 

And  passing  sweet 

In  the  amber-glow 

Was  the  voice  of  the  restless  tide. 

But  sweeter  far 

Than  the  amber-glow 

Or  the  voice  of  sea  or  land 

Was  the  woman's  voice 

In  tones  of  love 

And  the  touch  of  that  woman's  hand. 

Oh!  The  mystic  spell 
No  words  can  tell 

TWENTY-TWO 


That  the  love  of  the  woman  weaves. 
In  the  heart  of  the  man 
Through  days  and  years 
Or  the  joy  her  presence  gives- 

There's  a  woman's  room 

In  the  house  at  Home 

In  the  cottage  on  the  hill, 

And  a  man  that  prays 

At  a  woman's  shrine 

"That  blessings  her  life  may  fill." 

Dear  heart,  true  heart, 

O  Sweetheart  mine, — 

"The  Lord  grant  in  wasteless  measure 

Thy  heart's  desires, 

Rest,  strength  and  peace, 

Long  years'  unfading  pleasure." 


TWENTY-THREE 


AN  OLD  BLUE  WRAPPER. 

She  was  with  me  thru  the  summer 
At  the  camp  upon  the  hill; 
And  we  always  sat  together 
Thru  the  twilight  soft  and  still; 
With  her  head  upon  my  shoulder 
And  our  hearts  together  blent, 
Sometimes  singing,  often  laughing 
Both  lives  full  of  sweet  content. 

When  the  summer  time  had  faded 
Into  autumn  crisp  and  cool, 
Then,  she  and  the  laddies  left  me 
For  the  lads  must  be  in  school. 
O,  the  way  was  long  and  dreary 
As  alone  to  camp  I  went, 
Till  I  saw  her  old  blue  wrapper 
She'd  left  hanging  in  my  tent. 

It  was  faded,  worn  and  dusty, 
Couldn't  sell  it  for  a  cent, 
But  my  eyes  with  diamonds  dazzled 
When  I  saw  it  in  my  tent : 

TWENTY-FOUR 


Yes,  it  was  an  unmatched  treasure 
Just  a  breath  from  heaven  sent, 
And  I  hugged  that  old  blue  wrapper 
She'd  left  hanging  in  my  tent. 


OUR  BOYS. 

Oh!  Bless  the  boys!  The  baby  boys, 

In  long  white  skirts  and  dresses; 
With  rosy  cheeks  and  dimpled  hands — 

With  curls  and  golden  tresses. 
And  bless  the  boys  some  later  on 

In  kilts  and  knickerbockers; 
They  rode  the  dining  chairs  for  steeds, 

Made  railroad  trains  of  rockers. 

Then  bless  the  boys  with  bat  and  ball, 
With    marbles,    tops;    with   bows   and 
arrows; 

When  sick  with  croup — with  colic  wild 
We  trod  with  them  life's  narrows; 

And  bless  the  boys  when  school  days  came, 
When  first  from  home  they  started; 

TWENTY-FIVE 


Both  glad  and  sad  we  watched  them  go. 
Our  Babies  had  departed. 

Ah,  no!  They  are  our  Babies  still, 

Though  near  to  manhood  grown; 
Each  day  they  draw  around  our  hearts 

New  ties  before  unknown. 
Each  day  we  love  them  more  and  more; 

They  bring  our  deepest  joys; 
God  keep  them  safe  for  earth  and  Heaven, 

Our  own  sweet  darling  boys. 


THANKSGIVING  DAY. 

Just  four  and  twenty  years  ago 

And  youth  was  in  its  prime, 

When  first  I  met  your  smiling  face 

That  glad  Thanksgiving  time. 

We  husked  some  corn,  baked  some  pies 

Together  sang  a  song. 

At  night  we  played  all  sorts  of  games, 

Yes,  played  them  fast  and  long. 

The  "Needle's  Eye"  that  did  supply 
Some  threads  that  ran  quite  true, 

TWENTY ^IX 


And  many  a  lass  did  I  let  pass, 

My  heart  was  set  on  catching  you. 

"Virginia  Reel"  and  "Trip  Along  Joe" 

Sweet  Ruth  in  a  field  of  clover; 

Jacob  blind,  yet  seeing  some. 

"Put  him  in  a  boat  and  sail  him  over." 

I  think  the  spell  began  to  work 

As  we  did  sing,  "Dark  is  the  Night." 

But  lo!  The  day  was  speeding  on, — 

A  day  most  fair  and  wondrous  bright. 

The  day  our  masks  were  laid  aside 

The  old,  old  story  ever  new, 

I  read  within  your  hazel  eyes, 

My  gray  ones  said  the  same  to  you. 

Since  then  we've  lived,  my  precious  wife, 
Both  joy  and  sorrow  sharing, 
Some  twenty  years  of  blessed  life 
Adown  Life's  pathway  faring. 
With  love  and  joy  we  travel  on: 
Where'er  our  earthly  paths  shall  lay, 
Fond  memory  turns  to  one  glad  morn, — 
That  far-off  first  Thanksgiving  day. 

TWENTY-SEVEN 


JUST  WORRYIN'. 

I  am  sorry,  very  sorry 

For  this  blight  that's  come  on  you; 

Yes,  my  nerves  are  all  a-worry 

And  I  sympathize,  I  do: 

For  this  awful  thing  that's  fallen 

Without  fault  upon  your  part, 

Tho,  I  cannot  lift  your  burden 

Still  lies  heavy  on  my  heart. 

Summer's  gone,  the  season  ended, 
Yet  this  growth  must  be  endured — 
Every  doctor  that  attended 
Says  this  kind  cannot  be  cured; 
So  your  courage  must  be  stronger 
As  you  battle  with  your  woes. 
You  cannot  conceal  it  longer 
There's  a  freckle  on  your  nose. 


TWENTY-EIGH1 


LOVE'S  WIRELESS. 

It  flashes  from  her  sparkling  eyes, 
I  caught  it  from  her  finger-tips; 
It  came  (as  lightning  from  the  skies) 
When  first  I  kissed  her  rosy  lips. 

Love  thrilled  her  song  with  tender  strain; 
Love  glinted  from  her  waving  hair; 
By  day — by  night,  Love's  sweet  refrain 
Now  breaks  in  music  everywhere. 


TWENTY-NINE 


APPRECIATION 


A  WINSOME  LASSIE. 

Nebraska's  rose-blown  prairies 
Where  plays  the  summer  wind; 
'Twas  there  a  winsome  lassie 
Did  promise  to  be  mine, — 
Did  promise  to  be  mine, — 
Her  eyes  were  hazel-brown 
And  for  this  winsome  lassie 
E'en  life  I  would  lay  down. 

Her  soul  is  white  as  lilies 
Her  heart  is  true  and  clean, 
Of  all  Nebraska's  fairies 
She  easy  was  the  queen, — 
She  easy  is  the  queen, — 
And  fairer  grows  each  day 
And  upon  this  fair  queen's  altars 
My  all  I  gladly  lay. 

For  more  than  twenty  summers 
She  now  my  life  hath  blessed, 
And  yet  each  season  seemeth 
Much  sweeter  than  the  last, — 


THIRTY-THREE 


Much  sweeter  than  the  last, — 
And  she  is  divinely  fair, 
Some  day  I  know  they'll  want  her, 
For  an  angel  over  there. 


A  WOMAN'S  HEART. 

Go  scour  the  earth  and  sweep  the  land; 
Go  search  the  angels'  quiet  home, 
Go  visit  all  the  shining  stars 
That  gleam  in  Heaven's  sapphire  dome. 
Go  bring  the  wealth  of  ages  past, 
Earth's  jewels  rare, — all  works  of  Art, — 
Bring  all  the  songs  of  seraph  choir, 
Then  go  and  win  a  woman's  heart. 
Go  place  them  in  a  balance  fine, 
All  treasures  gleaned  from  everywhere, 
The  wealth  of  stars  and  seas  and  land, 
All  works  of  art  and  jewels  rare; 
Against  them  weigh  a  woman's  heart 
A  heart  of  love  to  hold  in  thrall; 
You  will  find  a  Christian  woman's  Love 
Will  surely  far  outweigh  them  all. 

THIRTY-FOUR 


MY  JOLLY  LITTLE  WIFE. 

She  is  sweeter  far  than  honey, 
And  as  pure  as  morning  dew, 

She  is  fairer  than  the  fairest 
Calla  lily  ever  grew. 

She  fills  my  heart  with  rapture, 
And  she  drives  away  the  blue, — 

That  jolly  little  Sweet-Wife  mine. 

Just  to  kiss  her  ruby  lips 
Makes  me  tingle  with  delight, 

So  I  kiss  her  in  the  morning, 
And  I  kiss  her  noon  and  night, 

For  it  seems  to  make  her  happy, 
And  it  keeps  me  feeling  right 

When  I  kiss  that  Sweet-Wife  mine. 

She  is  a  splendid  little  lady 
With  a  tender  love-lit  eye, 

That  she  winks  at  me  quite  often 
When  nobody  else  is  nigh, — 

When  my  working-day  is  over, 
To  her  arms  I  quickly  fly, 

To  that  jolly  Sweet-Wife  mine. 


THIRTY-FIVE 


She  is  a  fair  and  gentle  woman 
With  a  sunny,  happy  face, 

With  a  heart  that's  true  and  loving, 
Filled  with  every  heavenly  grace, 

She  makes  my  home  so  happy, 
Just  the  dearest,  sweetest  place, 

That  jolly  little  Sweet-Wife  mine. 


MOTHER. 

With  white  face  drawn  with  pain 

My  sweet  wife  lay  near  death; 
A  baby's  cry,  and  once  again 

I  felt  our  first-born's  breath: 
Just  holding  fast  life's  finger  tips, 

My  grief  I  could  not  smother 
As  I  pressed  a  kiss  on  her  pallid  lips 

And  the  new,  sweet  name — Mother. 

Then  opened  wide  her  wondrous  eyes 
With  a  questioning  look  of  love, 

And  swift  as  messengers  down  the  skies, 
(From  the  great  white  throne  above) 

THIRTY-SIX 


There  flitted  a  smile,  beyond  compare 
Not  seen  on  the  face  of  another 

As  she  gazed  on  baby  lying  there, 
This  sweet-faced.  Christian  mother. 

No  other  name  so  sweet  of  earth, 

No  other  heart  so  tender, 
No  other  life  so  full  of  worth 

As  my  baby's  sweet  defender. 
None  other  can  with  her  compare 

Not  sister,  friend,  nor  brother; 
With  this  queenly  being,  wondrous  fair, 

And  my  children  call  her — mother. 


THIRTY-SEVEN 


MY  SEVEN  GRACES. 

To  my  own  little  sweetheart, 

Twenty-seven  years  my  wife: 
You  are  the  trimmest  little  craft 

That  ever  sailed  the  sea  of  life. 
With  common  sense  for  ballast 

And  patience  for  your  sail, 
You  are  my  blessed  life-boat, 

With  strength  for  every  gale. 

If  I  followed  your  sweet  wisdom 

We  have  sailed  'neath  sunny  skies, 
With  the  very  light  of  heaven 

Glowing  in  your  laughing  eyes. 
If  I  turned  from  your  advising, 

Met  disasters  swift  and  wide, 
You  have  always  come  to  rescue — 

You  have  stilled  both  wind  and  tide. 

You  have  kindness  and  a  courage 
That  can  pierce  the  darkest  night, 

With  a  faith  that  never  falters, 
Speeding  upward  to  the  light. 

THIRTY-EIGHT 


You  have  rare  and  helpful  knowledge 

And  a  godliness,  above 
All  that  I  have  found  in  women, 

With  a  pure  and  steadfast  love. 

You  have  poise  and  deep  emotion, 

With  a  wondrous  self-control, 
And  an  absolute  devotion 

To  the  right,  within  your  soul. 
So  I  find  my  seven  graces, 

Crown  and  glory  of  my  life, 
Set  with  charm  and  living  beauty 

In  my  sunny  Christian  wife. 


THIRTY-NINE 


MOTHER'S  ROOM. 

'Twas  very  small,  a  baby's  nest, 

(Ten  feet  or  less  by  seven) 
Yet  large  enough  to  hold  earth's  best, 

And  all,  I  think,  of  heaven; 
Where  Mother  sewed  and  Mother  cried, 
And  all  our  tears  of  sorrow  dried, 

With  tender  loving  kisses. 

From  out  this  room  at  morn  we  went, 
All  girded  for  life's  work  or  play, 

And  here  we  always  were  content, 
To  rest  awhile  at  close  of  day; 

Its  peace  and  calm  our  footsteps  lured, 

And  all  our  aches  and  pains  were  cured, 
By  Mother's  pats  and  kisses. 

Oh,  blessed  spot  to  memory  dear, 
Oh,    land     of     childhood's     matchless 
dreams; 

Thy  memory  still  my  heart  doth  cheer, 
Still  thru  my  soul  thy  glory  streams; 

Where  quickly  cured  was  every  grief, 

FORTY 


And  Mother's  presence  brought  relief, 
With  low  sung  lullabys  and  kisses. 

Oh,  Mother  dear,  my  heart  doth  yearn, 
To  know  thy  voice  and  love  again, 

And  oft  thru  memory  still  I  turn, 
To  thy  dear  arms  for  ease  from  pain — 

To  have  thine  arms  around  me  thrown — 

And  call  me  once  again  thine  own, 
And  bless  my  face  with  kisses. 

God  grant  that  Mother's  room, 
Again  may  be  my  habitation; 

When  far  beyond  all  clouds  and  gloom, 
Long  past  earth's  strong  vexation, 

Oh,  lead  me  then  to  Mother's  room, 

Beyond  the  clouds,  beyond  the  tomb, 
My  Mother's  room  in  Heaven. 


FORTY-ONE 


SWEET  SIXTEEN. 

I  have  no  gold,  my  sweetheart  true; 

I  cannot  send  you  jewels  bright; 
But  I  will  write  and  send  to  you 

Some  things  I  thot  last  night. 

My  wife  is  sweeter  far  than  when 
I  first  beheld  her  matchless  face; 

Tho,  I'll  confess,  that  even  then 
She  seemed  the  all  of  womanly  grace. 

She's  larger  now,  her  face  more  fair, 
More  plump  her  neck  and  arms; 

She  has  to  be,  I  do  declare, 
To  carry  added  charms. 

You  wonder  why  this  queenly  aide 
Has  now  a  somewhat  double  chin? 

Why,  that's  a  place  that  nature  made 
To  store  some  added  sweetness  in. 

Her  dimpled  cheeks  and  sunny  eyes 
Still  play  at  Love's  sweet  game; 

They  are  just  "Gates  of  Paradise" 
Called  by  another  name. 

FORTY-TWO 


Of  all  good  things  she  is  the  sum, — 

An  essence  all  divine; 
A  heavenly  herald,  she  has  come, 

This  wondrous  wife  of  mine. 

To  tell  her  age  I  won't  decline; 

s 

Tho  forty  summers  lie  between 
Her  birthday  and  this  present  time, 
To  me,  she's  "Sweet  Sixteen." 


LOG  BOOK. 

Monday; 

Yes,  the  dear  one  is  coming  home, — 
Her  glad  face  I  soon  shall  see; 
For  more  than  twenty  years  her  coming 
Has  brighter  made  the  days  for  me. 

Tuesday; 

Another  morning  full  of  glory 
Floods  the  earth  and  fills  the  skies: 
A  brighter  light  and  sweeter  story 
I  soon  shall  see  in  her  hazel  eyes. 

FORTY-THREE 


Wednesday; 

Nearer  still  and  yet  still  nearer 
Comes  the  day  with  languorous  pace; 
Dearer  still  and  yet  still  dearer 
Comes  the  vision  of  her  face. 

Thursday; 

Thirty  hours!  Oh  shrink  the  measure! 
Even  now  she  is  on  the  train, 
And  I  soon  will  have  the  treasure 
Safe  within  my  arms  again. 

Friday; 

Six  hours  more, — then  a  meeting 
That  will  mean  new  zest  to  life : 
Happy  hours!  Oh  joyful  greeting, 
My  own  beloved,  matchless  Wife. 

Friday,  11  A.  M. 

Dull  care,  go  back,  way  back,  sit  down! 
Let  gladness  rule;  Emma  will  soon  be 
here 

Her  train  is  whistling  now  at  Ferris 
Town. 

Boys,    hitch    up,    and    Cheer,    Cheer, 
Cheer. 

FORTY-FOUR 


MUVER  SAID,  AND  MUVER  KNOWS. 

When  I  was  short  and  wore  long  dresses, 
Instead  of  shoes  to  hide  my  toes, 
And  on  my  head  was  down,  not  tresses, 
Muver  said,  and  Muver  knows, 
That  I  was  "sweeter'n  all  the  honey, 
And  worf  much  more'n  all  the  money, 
In  all  the  world;"  now  don't  be  funny, 
'Neat's    what    Muver    said,    and    Muver 
knows. 

When  I  got  big, — was  almost  five, 
And  teased  my  bruvers  and  aunties,  too, 
'N'ey'd  say  "My  gracious  sakes  alive, 
You  need  a  shakin',  yes  you  do," 
An'en  they  called  me  naughty  Sue, 
'N'  papa  said  he  guessed  'twas  true; 
But  Muver  said,  I  sweeter  grew, 
'N'at's    what    Muver    said,    and    Muver 
knows. 

'N'  when  I  was  just  sixteen, 
I  had  the  nicest,  sweetest  beaux 

FORTY-FIVE 


'At  anybody'd  ever  seen, 
'N'  he  stayed  lateen  Muver  knows, 
'N'  Muver  said  it  wasn't  fun, 
To  have  that  fellow  stay  till  one, 
She  said  she'd  guess  he'd  better  run, 
'N'at's  what  Muver  said,  but  Muver  don't 
know. 


THE  HOMEWARD  TRAIL. 

The  homeward  trail  is  calling, 

To  the  kiss  and  the  sunny  smile, 
Where  peace  and  calm  are  falling, 

And  living  is  worth  the  while; 
There's  help  in  time  of  trouble, 

There's  love  that's  deep  and  strong, 
A  face  that  more  than  doubles 

My  joys  the  whole  day  long. 

There's  a  something  (can't  define  it) 
That  races  my  being  thru, 

(If  I  would  I  couldn't  decline  it), 
That  comes  along  with  you; 

FORTY-SIX 


That  lifts  me  out  of  the  present, 

That  brings  content  and  rest, 
That  makes  my  way  all  pleasant, 

And  every  day  most  blest. 

There's  something  about  you,  darling, 

That's  more  than  a  "woman's  way;'* 
Rich  as  the  song  of  a  starling, 

On  wing  at  the  break  of  day, 
That  inspires  to  noble  endeavour, 

The  pure,  the  good,  the  true, 
Thru  days  and  years — forever, 

I'm  looking  upward  to  you. 

Sometimes  I  catch  the  vision, 

Then  it's  off  and  away  again, 
And  my  soul  is  left  at  tension, 

That  is  close  akin  to  pain; 
Then  the  lilt  of  rapturous  glory, 

Of  your  sunny  hazel  eyes, 
As  a  sweet  and  happy  story, 

Lifts  me  up  to  the  skies. 

So  the  homeward  trail  keeps  calling, 

FORTY-SEVEN 


My  pulse  beats  wild  and  high, 
To  my  soul  is  this  absence  galling, 

As  the  days  drag  slowly  by; 
So  over  the  hills  and  mountains, 

To  the  ocean's  shoreless  blue, 
To  the  soul-inspiring  fountains 

Of  a  love  that  is  strong  and  true. 

Forever,  this  call  is  coming, 

To  the  home  in  the  unseen  land, 
And  ever  my  heart  turns  homing, 

Led  by  your  loving  hand; 
I  long  for  the  peace  and  quiet, 

Your  presence  brings  to  me, 
Your  rocker  with  mine  close  by  it, 

To  rest,  sweet  rest,  with  thee. 


FORTY-EIGHT 


WOMANHOOD. 

Oh,  womanhood!  Divinely  fair! 
How  oft  I  bow  before  thy  shrine 
To  offer  up  an  earnest  prayer 
For  thy  sweet  graces  to  be  mine. 
Thy  patient  faith,  thy  sunny  love, 
Thy  courage  strong,  and  tender,  too; 
Thy  wisdom,  that  is  from  above — 
All  these,  and  more,  I  find  in  you. 

Oh,  may  I  some  sweet  lesson  learn 
Of  hope  and  trust  from  murmurs  free. 
Thru  days  and  years  my  heart  doth  yearn 
For  virtues  that  abound  in  thee. 
You  bring  us  charm  and  beauty's  glow — 
You  gladden  all  our  earthly  life. 
Most  men  would  to  the  devil  go 
Without  a  loving  sunny  wife. 

To  make  us  strong,  to  hold  us  true, 
For  all  that  men  should  do  or  be, 
Oh,  Womanhood !  We  turn  to  you 
The  help-mate  true,  God  gave  us  thee: 

FORTY-NINE 


In  this  old  world,  the  mighty  joy 
That  floods  and  flames  all  earthly  life, — 
The  mother  gives  unto  her  boy — 
The  husband  gains  it  from  his  wife. 


TELL  HER  SO. 

Would  you  make  this  old  world  better, 
Give  your  wife  a  loving  smile, 
Tell  her  she's  your  true  love-letter 
That  she  makes  your  life  worth  while. 
Tell  her  she's  a  matchless  fairy 
Whom  the  angels  might  adore; 
Queen  of  graces,  winsome,  airy 
And  you  love  her  more  and  more. 

Tell  her  that  her  words  and  actions 
Are  angelic  every  day. 
Do  not  serve  your  praise  in  fractions 
Give  your  largest  words  full  sway. 
Praise  her,  till  her  soul's  a-tingle, 
Eyes  a-sparkling — cheeks  aglow. 

FIFTY 


That  is  what  you  did  while  single, 
Do  it  now;  'twill  please  her  so. 

Kiss  her  when  to  work  you're  starting. 
Likewise  when  returned  at  noon. 
Make  your  after-dinner  parting 
Fresh  as  May,  but  warm  as  June. 
When  the  day's  hard  work  is  over 
In  the  tender  after  glow, 
Be  again  an  ardent  lover, 
Sit  up  close  and  tell  her  so. 

Tell  your  wife  the  old,  old  story, 
Rightly  told  'tis  ever  new. 
It  will  thrill  her  life  with  glory 
Softly  spoken,  tender,  true; 
Be  a  lover-husband  really, 
Sing  your  love  song  sweet  and  low. 
Say  you  love  her — say  it  freely, 
While  she's  living,  tell  her  so. 


FIFTY-ONE 


ANNIVERSARY 


SIXTH  WEDDING  ANNIVERSARY. 

Ever  gentle,  kind  and  loving, 
Mueh  of  sunshine  you  have  brought. 
Many  words  of  wisdom  giving, 
And  never  with  a  selfish  thought. 

Thus  it  is  that  God  has  blessed  me, 
Held  for  me  this  gift  so  rare. 
"O  My  Father!  All  this  life  through, 
May  she  still  my  portion  be; 

All  my  hopes  and  joys  to  share, — 
Still  my  own  sweet  Wife  so  true." 
What  a  blessing,  what  a  pleasure, 
Real  and  true  (No  false  displaying), 

In  every  act  her  love  confessing. 
God,  I  thank  Thee  for  this  treasure. 
Here  I  say,  and  in  the  saying, 
Tell  the  truth,  you  are  a  blessing. 


FIFTY-FIVE 


BIRTHDAY  GREETING. 

A  birthday  greeting  dear,  for  thee 
My  sweet  and  lovely  wife. 
Thru  all  the  long  and  trying  years 
Thru  days  of  hope  and  nights  of  fears 
By  smiles  of  joy  and  smiles  of  tears. 
You've  lived  a  wondrous  life. 

What  e'er  the  veiled  future  brings 
Thy  past  is  safe, — all  glorious: 
So  strong  thy  faith,  so  sweet  thy  trust 
With  never  taint  of  sin  or  lust, — 
I  know  full  well,  thy  Saviour  must, 
Write  o'er  thy  past — "Victorious." 

Dear,  dear  wife,  accept  from  me 
This  wish  and  earnest  prayer: 
"My  Father  give  thee  many  years, — 
With  more  of  hope  and  less  of  fears, — 
More  smiles  of  joy,  with  less  of  tears, — 
And  always  less  of  care." 


FIFTY-SIX 


TWENTY-SECOND  WEDDING  ANNI- 
VERSARY. 

Happy  day  of  golden  sunshine, 

Two  and  twenty  years  agone 
When  at  your  old  home  in  Filmore 

Parson  Elliott  made  us  one; 
But  the  present  and  the  future 

Dearer  joys  hold  for  me, 
And  this  earth  is  a  sunlit  Eden 

While  I  walk,  dear  wife,  with  thee. 

Ever  blessed  are  the  memories, 

Of  that  spring-time  wedding  day 
When  beneath  the  drooping  lashes 

Tender  sweet  the  love-light  lay; 
As  before  the  marriage  altar 

Fairest  of  the  fair  you  stood; 
Wondrous  fair,  a  perfect  model 

Of  the  noblest  womanhood. 

Dimpled  cheeks  with  roses  tinted, 
Soft  brown  hair  in  shining  bands; 
Soft  and  low  the  vows  were  spoken 

FIFTY-SEVEM 


Joining  lives  and  hearts  and  hands 
Grace  in  every  word  and  action, 

White  and  fair  the  sunny  brow, 
Of  all  women  then  the  fairest, 

To  me  thou  art  much  fairer  now. 

Really  never  dreamed  I,  dearest, 

How  much  joy  and  pleasure  true, 
Future  days  and  years  should  bring  me 

If  I  walked  thru  life  with  you. 
Never  dreamed  that  earthly  seasons, 

Best  or  worst,  what  e'er  they  be, 
Could  be  fraught  with  such  a  gladness 

As  my  life  has  been  with  thee. 

In  your  hazel  eyes  sweet  wisdom 

Lies,  as  well  as  love  and  truth, 
For  ideals  high  have  swayed  your  life 

From  days  of  sunny  youth; 
And  sweeter,  larger,  stronger  grown, 

These  two  and  twenty  years, 
You  truly  have  a  help-mate  been 

To  banish  grief  and  fears. 

• 

FIFTY-EIGHT 


While  struggling  on  from  day  to  day 

Adown  Life's  rugged  road, 
'Tis  only  fair  and  just  to  say, 

"You've  carried  half  the  load:" 
And  sometimes  more  than  half,  I  know, 

Upon  your  heart  was  laid, 
But  then  you  went  to  God  in  prayer 

And  came  back  undismayed. 

And  when  the  days  to  me  were  dark, 

Or  I  was  cross  and  blue, 
You  often  came  from  that  same  shrine 

With  strength  enough  for  two; 
And  led  me  back  to  better  ways, 

To  days  all  fair  and  bright, 
Then  softly  said,  "Dear  husband  mine, 

I  knew  'twould  all  come  right." 

Come  right  it  did,  you  made  it  come 

By  faith  and  earnest  trying, 
When  others  would  have  said,  "No  use," 

Then  quit  and  gone  to  crying. 
I  tell  you,  Lass,  I  know  a  lot 

FIFTY-NINE 


Of  things  that  you  have  done, 
To  smooth  my  way  and  strengthen  faith 
In  God's  beloved  son. 

And  many  have  by  you  been  won 

To  higher  Christian  life, 
That  I  received  the  credit  for 

Since  you  have  been  my  wife. 
I  tell  you  this,  this  wedding  day, 

Because  I  know  it's  true, 
That  more  than  half  of  our  success 

Was  brot  about  by  you. 

You  have  strengthened  heart  and  hand 

And  quickened  soul  and  brain 
And  held  me  in  the  paths  of  truth 

As  well  as  soothed  my  pain; 
And  made  me  long  to  be  a  pure 

And  noble  hearted  man, 
As  day  by  day  I  saw  you  live 

As  pure  as  mortals  can. 

And,  if  at  last  I  reach  the  goal, 
A  crown  of  life  shall  win, 

SIXTY 


And  pass  the  shining  gates  of  pearl 

Forever  free  from  sin; 
I  know  that  next  to  Him  who  died 

To  give  eternal  life, 
I'll  owe  my  crown  to  her  who  now 

Is  my  beloved  wife. 

So  come  aside  a  little  while, 

Ere  close  this  wedding-day; 
I  long  to  see  your  sunny  smile, 

I  need  to  hear  you  say, 
In  tender  tones  with  love-lit  eyes, 

"I  will  be  thine  for  aye," 
Till  fiery  moods  and  fevered  tense 

From  me  shall  pass  away. 

I  need  the  strength  your  presence  gives, 

Your  true  and  tender  love 
To  keep  me  sweet  while  here  below 

And  fit  for  heaven  above. 
You  are  more  to  me  than  all  things  else 

In  all  this  splendid  life 
My  own  beloved  Sweetheart  true, 

And  true  sweet-hearted  Wife. 

SIXTY-ONE 


Then  play  the  sweet  old  wedding  march, 

Yes,  play  it  sof t  and  low, 
That  we  may  catch  the  glad  refrain 

Of  vows  made  long  ago; 
The  vows  that  brot  us  joy  then, 

The  sweetest  ever  told; 
Since  we  have  proved  each  other's  love 

A  deeper  meaning  hold. 

Thru  days  of  poverty  and  toil 

And  nights  of  heavy  pain, 
Across  our  tired  and  troubled  hearts 

Those  vows  have  ever  lain; 
A  balm  and  pledge  of  better  days 

With  each  returning  sun, — 
Have  held  us  with  a  deathless  love 

And  truly  made  us  one. 

With  heart  to  heart  and  hand  in  hand, 

God's  sunshine  over  all, 
We  are  happy  in  each  other's  love 

Whatever  shall  befall. 
We  journey  onward  day  by  day, 

SIXTY-TWO 


True  love  shall  fail  us  never, — 
Each  for  the  other,  both  for  God, 
Forever  and  forever. 


TWENTY-THIRD  WEDDING 

Three  and  twenty  falls  gone  by 
I  met  a  charming  lass: 
When  we  played  "The  Needle's  Eye" 
She  would  not  let  me  pass. 

I  marked  her  rosy  face  so  bright 
She  winked  a  roguish  eye: 
She  murmured  "I  can  train  you  right/1 
I  said  "I  wish  you'd  try/3 


.  99 


It  was  a  merry  chase  she  led 
Until  the  parson  came 
To  say  some  words  she  wanted  said 
Before  she  took  my  name. 

I'm  sure  that  I  some  vows  did  take 
But,  alas!  she  never  can 


SIXTY-THREE 


Of  me  a  model  husband  make 
For  I'm  not  a  model  man. 

But  she  has  done  the  best  she  could. 
She  has  filled  my  life  with  joy: 
Tho  I  am  not  so  very  good 
Fm  a  mighty  happy  boy. 


SIXTY-FOUR 


TWENTY-FOURTH  WEDDING 
ANNIVERSARY. 

To  the  wife  of  my  heart,  the  strength  of 

my  life 

The  Glory  and  Crown  of  Life's  ways: 
Giving  Joy  for  my  sorrows,  and  Peace 

for  my  strife, — 
This  song  of  thanksgiving  I  raise. 

For  twenty-four  years,  'mid  Life's  hopes 

and  fears, 

A  spring  of  unfailing  delight, 
Enriching  my  joys,  and  sharing  my  tears, 
With  a  face  that  is  heavenly  bright. 

As  sunny  and  true  as  the  angels  above,— 
She  has  come  like  a  priestess  of  old, 
To  my  Temple  of  Life,  offering  incense 

of  Love 
More  precious  than  rubies  and  gold. 

Like  heaven's  own  music,  her  voice  to  my 
heart, — 


SIXTY-FIVE 


Love-lighted  her  beautiful  eyes; 

Each  day  she  is  making  my  home-life  a 

part. 
Of  that  city  beyond  the  blue  skies. 

Unfailingly  rich  in  the  work  of  her  Lord, 
Tho  in  poverty's  ways  she  hath  trod; 
She  has  lived  the  sweet  life,  in  deed  and 

in  word9 
That  is  hid  with  her  Saviour,  in  God. 

With  a  spirit  as  sweet  as  the  Roses  of 

June, 

Love  as  fresh  as  the  mornings  of  May. 
She  holds  for  me  now,  in  the  fullness  of 

noon 
Rich  charms  that  can  never  decay. 


SIXTY-SIX 


SILVER  WEDDING  ANNIVERSARY. 

Your  charms  and  beauty  increases 
With  the  passing  of  twenty-five  years. 
The  joy  of  your  loving  ne'er  ceases. 
The  days  are  all  bringing  new  leases 
Of  peace,  that  will  not  go  to  pieces, 
Nor  be  banished  by  sorrow  or  tears. 

Your  life  is  as  sweet  as  the  nectar 
That  distills  in  the  roses  of  spring: 
In  the  battle  of  life  you're  a  victor — 
Of  my  joys,  chief  source  and  director 
A  help-mate  divine,  a  protector. 
For  me  every  blessing  you  bring. 

You're  good  as  the  essence  of  sweetness; 
You  are  patient,  sunny  and  true: 
In  appearance,  the  sum  of  all  neatness — 
With  a  marvelous  bump  of  discreetness, 
For  twenty-five  years  an  enchantress 
The  most  wonderful  earth  ever  knew. 

Now,  at  our  first  silver  wedding 
I'm  sure  the  truth  should  be  told: 

SIXTY-SEVEN 


Altho,  we  have  seen  some  hard  sledding 
As  the  maze  of  Life  we've  been  treading, 
Judged  by  the  joy  you've  been  spreading, 
Your  worth  can't  be  measured  by  gold. 

Of  all  my  dear  lads,  you're  the  Mother — 
Perfect  Mother,  and  perfect  as  Wife: 
Tho  my  sons,  they  seem  as  a  brother 
Each  one  just  as  fine  as  the  other — 
As  I  chum  with  one,  then  another: 
You  refine  and  enrich  all  my  life. 

When  we  shall  reach  a  gold  wedding 
Some  twenty-five  years  up  the  line. 
Joy-measures  with  you  I'll  be  treading 
As  out  from  that  station  we're  heading 
Sweet  smiles  will  your  face  be  o'erspread- 

ing,— 
And  still  you'll  be  charming  and  fine. 


SIXTY-EIGHT 


TWENTY-SIXTH  WEDDING  ANNI- 
VERSARY. 

The  charm  of  her  glorious  beauty 
Now  hints  at  the  fullness  of  noon. 
But  really,  she's  still  in  her  youth-time 
All  laden  with  fragrance  and  bloom. 

For  sweetness,  earth  holds  none  above  her 
Her  goodness  seems  almost  divine. 
To  know  her,  is  surely  to  love  her,— 
This  wonderful  woman  of  mine. 

For  twenty-six  years  I  have  known  her 
As  sweetheart,  as  mother  and  wife. 
To  me  she  brings  riches  and  honor,— 
The  glory  and  crown  of  my  life. 

In  her  is  combined  all  the  graces 
In  such  a  beautiful,  wonderful  way, 
That  ever,  at  all  times  and  places, 
Her  presence  turns  night  into  day. 

SIXTY-NINE 


Full  of  mystery  as  nature's  own  moving 
New  blessings  each  day  she  will  bring: 
New  forms  and  expressions  of  loving, — 
Heart-songs  that  she  only  can  sing. 

So  happy  and  hopeful  I'm  treking 
'Mid  pathways  of  infinite  worth. 
With  worry  and  trouble  not  recking 
For  she  makes  a  heaven  on  earth. 


TWENTY-SEVENTH  WEDDING  ANNI- 
VERSARY. 

Today  Life's  cup  with  Joy  is  full 
With  blessings  runneth  over. 
For  she  who  gave  her  heart  and  hand 
Is  with  me  still  (both  sweet  and  bland), 
I  am  a  favored  lover. 

Tho  twenty-seven  years  have  flown 
Since  wedded  bliss  first  blessed  me 
Still,  full  for  me  the  love  lights  shine 

SEVENTY 


In  hazel  eyes  of  Sweetheart,  mine: 
Her  voice  and  love  yet  rest  me. 

She  fills  life's  currents  rich  and  strong 
As  sun  in  mid-day  splendor. 
All  days  are  short  when  she  is  nigh 
And  all  the  years  slip  quickly  by, 
'Neath  a  spell  both  sweet  and  tender. 

I  can't  grow  old — she  keeps  me  young 
This  splendid  wife  and  mother. 
I'll  stay  with  her  while  life  may  last 
And  with  her  still  my  fortune  cast 
In  the  next  world,  or  some  other. 


SEVENTY-ONE 


TWENTY-EIGHTH  WEDDING  DAY 
ANNIVERSARY. 

With  every  grace  of  mind  and  heart 
Possessed  by  human  being: 
She  brings  no  woe,  creates  no  strife, 
She  is  the  bloom  and  charm  of  life, 
A  true  and  sweetly  perfect  wife, 
She  is  my  blessing. 

A  full-grown  woman  every  way, 
Yet  daily,  hourly  growing; 
She  has  an  easy  working  plan 
To  take  a  wayward,  freaky  man 
And  help  as  only  woman  can, 
She  is  my  blessing. 

For  eight  and  twenty  years  agone 
She's  kept  my  pulses  thrilling; 
She  is  most  fair  of  form  and  face 
And  always  sweet,  without  a  trace 
Of  grouch  or  gloom  in  any  place, 
She  is  my  blessing. 

SEVENTY-TWO 


With  half -shut  eyes  and  puzzling  look 
She  often  sets  me  guessing; 
I  cannot  tell  from  day  to  day 
Nor  judge  from  past  her  future  play, 
But  I  can  truly,  safely  say, 
She  is  my  blessing. 

So  here's  my  prayer,  my  lovely  wife, 
This  August-May-Day  Wedding; 
"Oh  may  you  still  be  young  and  gay 
When  a  thousand  years  have  passed  away 
To  keep  me  sweet  and  glad  for  aye," 
My  all  in  all,  sweet  blessing. 


SEVENTY-THREE 


SENTIMENT 

Our  Wedding  Day  9 

Sailing  on  Together  -             -              10 

Afp  Queen  ~       12 

A  Wish  for  Thee  14 

My  Anchor           -  -             -             -15 

M$  Beloved  is  Waiting  -             -             16 

I'm  Longing  for  You  -             ~                     19 

Love's  Ethics  20 

A  Summer  Idyl    -  22 

An  Old  Blue  Wrapper  -             -            24 

Our  Boys             -  -            -            -25 

Thanksgiving  Day  -             -            26 

Just  Worryin         -  -             -                     28 

Love  5  Wireless            -  -                        29 


APPRECIATION 

A  Winsome  Lassie  -            -      33 

A  Woman's  Heart  34 

My  Jolly  Little  Wife  ~            -           -      35 

Mother            -  -            -            -            36 

My  Seven  Graces  -                                  38 

Mother's  Room  -            -            ~            40 

Sweet  Sixteen        -  42 

Log  Book  43 

Miner  Said            -  -             -             -45 

The  Homeward  Trail  46 

Womanhood           -  49 

Tell  Her  So  50 


ANNIVERSARIES 

Sixth  Wedding  Anniversary             -  -      55 

Birthday  Greetings        -  56 

Twenty-second  Wedding  Anniversary  -    57 

Twenty- third  Wedding  Anniversary  -             63 

Twenty-fourth  Wedding  Anniversary  -     65 

Silver  Wedding  Anniversary        -  -              67 

Twenty-sixth  Wedding  Anniversary  -         69 

Twenty-seventh  Wedding  Anniversary  -         -70 

Twenty-eighth  Wedding  Anniversary  -         72 


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